Charles Bridge at sunrise

Charles Bridge behaves like two different monuments—predawn fog hushes saints’ gilt halos while midafternoon packs souvenir stalls nose-to-elbow. Violin cases open toward Old Town spires; photographers stack tripods on parapets for long exposures. Touch certain bronze plaques for local superstition loops; pause midspan where river light splits. Sunrise rewards alarm clocks; post-dusk brings lamplight theatre with fewer hustlers.